Chapter 415: To Be a Disciple of the Sword Pavilion, You Just Need to Have Hands

From Hongqi's perspective, she always felt that she was inferior to others.

She was just a sword spirit, not even a human.

Even though she had reshaped her body and became a human again, she still subconsciously felt that she was inferior to others, and had a kind of humility in her bones.

In her eyes, the disciples of Shushan were all like the pride of heaven, and each of them was a dragon and phoenix among people.

Especially in the days of following Meng Fan, she also fully understood what kind of terrifying existence the Sword Pavilion was.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were undoubtedly more noble than ordinary Shushan disciples.

They were incomparable!

Even after being reborn as a human, she had never had the fantasy of becoming a Shushan disciple, let alone a Sword Pavilion disciple.

She had always regarded herself as a slave.

As a result, the master suddenly said that she was now a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Wu Tian's senior sister, and the master's junior sister!

This... I don't deserve it.

Hong Qi was flattered and said to Meng Fan in a panic: "Master, please don't joke. How can I be a disciple of Jiange? I don't deserve it!"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Fan's face changed immediately. He was extremely unhappy and obviously a little angry.

Seeing this, Hong Qi couldn't help but panic. Her heart was beating like a deer. She knelt in front of Meng Fan with a "thump".

Meng Fan was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

The reason why he was unhappy and even angry was because Hong Qi just called herself a slave again.

A long time ago, he told Hong Qi not to call herself a slave or call her master.

As a result, Hong Qi only did half of it. Although she kept calling Meng Fan during this period, she didn't call herself a slave. She called herself "I".

But just now, in a hurry and nervous, she blurted out the word slave again, which made Meng Fan unhappy and even angry.

It's not that Meng Fan is hypocritical and has to be angry.

He was really angry. He had never considered Hongqi a slave, so he was angry about this.

Hongqi's claim to be a slave had already made Meng Fan angry, and now she knelt in front of Meng Fan again...

Meng Fan thought he would be even angrier after seeing this scene, but in fact, he was not angry at all, but felt distressed instead.

It must be said that Hongqi is indeed a distressed girl.

She is also a girl who deserves people's distress.

"Ah~~~" Meng Fan sighed, walked to Hongqi, and helped the kneeling Hongqi up.

He rubbed Hongqi's head and smoothed her messy hair.

"Hongqi, do you remember what I told you before? Don't call yourself a slave in front of me, don't call me master.

For so long, you have insisted on calling me master, and I can't change your name.

But at least you no longer call yourself a slave!

How you call me is your own right, I can't force you.

But how I look at you is also my right.

In my eyes, you have never been a slave, you are my friend Meng Fan, and a partner who fights side by side with me.

Remember, never kneel down to me again, and don't call yourself a slave to me.

Otherwise..."

Meng Fan wanted to say something cruel, but looking at Hongqi's pitiful face, he couldn't bear it.

He could only sigh helplessly and said: "Otherwise, I will be angry, you don't want me to be angry, right?"

Using the cruelest tone, he said the most helpless words.

Hong Qi nodded and said in a very low voice: "Slave... I know, I will never make the master angry again next time."

Meng Fan was helpless and smiled bitterly: "I am a little angry when I say this to you, but I am not going to order you to do anything.

I just hope you remember that we are friends, not master and servant. This is my true words.

Compared to a servant, I would rather have one more friend.

Especially if this person is you, Hong Qi!"

"I know, master." Hong Qi said with her head down.

Meng Fan didn't know whether this girl really knew it, so he could only hope that she could really change her mentality.

After a while, Hong Qi raised her head carefully and asked Meng Fan: "Master, can I really be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion? Can I really be a good one?"

She was really a little uneasy, thinking that the identity of a disciple of the Sword Pavilion was too great.

Outsiders don't know the background of the Sword Pavilion, but she has followed Meng Fan for so long, and she knows very well that the Sword Pavilion is a behemoth and a very special place in the Shushan Sword Sect.

In other words, it is an extremely terrifying place!

Meng Fan said unhappily: "It's just being a disciple of the Sword Pavilion. It's enough to have hands. It's not like you are asked to be the master of the Sword Pavilion. What are you panicking about?

Besides, even Wu Tian can be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion. Do you think you are not as good as Wu Tian?"

In Meng Fan's mind, he is the well-deserved ceiling of the Sword Pavilion.

This Wu Tian is the well-deserved floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Hong Qi can't think that she is not as good as Wu Tian, ​​right?

In fact, Hong Qi really doesn't think that she can compare with Wu Tian, ​​and even thinks that there is a big gap between them.

Meng Fan saw Hong Qi's lack of confidence at a glance, and immediately felt a sense of regret.

But at this time, Hong Qi can't be hit, and Hong Qi should be encouraged more.

So he changed the direction and said: "Even if you think you are not as good as Hong Qi, then Senior Brother Luo, Senior Brother Luo is also a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, you can't think that you are not as good as Senior Brother Luo, right?"

Until this time, Meng Fan thought of Senior Brother Luo. He had forgotten Senior Brother Luo in his first reaction just now.

To be honest, I did criticize Wu Tian a bit mindlessly just now.

After all, Senior Brother Luo is the undisputed floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Not far away.

Senior Brother Luo:...

At this moment, Senior Brother Luo is wiping the long sword in the hall of the Sword Pavilion without complaint.

Since Meng Fan wiped all the long swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion and started wiping the long swords on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, he has not taken care of the long swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

It is Senior Brother Luo's turn to wipe the long swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, the door of Meng Fan's room is not closed, and Meng Fan's voice is not lowered.

So Senior Brother Luo, who was wiping the long sword in the hall, happened to hear this sentence.

This sentence sounds very depressing, but there is no way to refute it.

After all, in front of these geniuses, he is indeed the floor of the Sword Pavilion, and has nothing to do with the ceiling.

It's so uncomfortable!

Woo woo woo...

In Meng Fan's room, Hong Qi was indeed comforted by Meng Fan.

Because there is nothing wrong with this statement, no matter how inferior she is, she still feels that she is better than Senior Brother Luo.

Thinking of the moment when she passed by the hall just now, she happened to see Senior Brother Luo wiping the long sword in the hall, Hong Qi's heart suddenly jumped, and she turned back subconsciously to take a look.

Sure enough, Senior Brother Luo was still wiping the long sword in the hall, not far from Meng Fan's room.

"Master, Senior Brother Luo seems to have heard our conversation." Hong Qi said a little embarrassedly, looking up at Meng Fan.